Enter one overdressed bloke, dark suited with topcoat and briefcase. His beard looks out of place on him, though right for the tavern. He and Shane look at each other warily; Shane because he mistrusts all suits on principle; gnomad because he is in his weddings, funerals and interviews kit and has concerns for its safety. They each withdraw slightly, gnomad is relieved that there is (so far) no sign of jello-wrestling, in fact the place is pretty much pristine.

"Folks, I am thinking of rejoining the ranks of the gainfully employed, and am on my way to discuss the idea with a prospective employer. Hence the unacustomed tidiness of my garb. You need not fear, I am selling nothing, nor am I snooping for anyone.

What I would like is a large coffee, chewable strength, no sugar, nothing to make it white. A nice sunny table and a bit of something soothing on the fiddle would help too. Thank you."

He props the briefcase against a table leg, picks up the coffee and heads towards the sunlight, intending to ask the duck if it knows Geoff from Pontefract. He is just in time to see it making for the foot of the stationary ferris wheel, he resolves not to follow until things get a bit less messy.